The flames rose.

It was as if a mountain-like fountain of fire gushed out from the darkness, and the last remains of the World Tree instantly turned into ashes and phantoms in the fire. Then the fire meandered and flowed, turning into a boundless sea of ​​fire in the dark and chaotic space - the sea of ​​fire burned the final border of the nameless man's dream, and returned all things to their "correct position" in the real dimension.

The boundless sea appeared, and the endless water was rippling with tiny waves in the rising and falling flames. The sky appeared, dispelling the darkness above the flames and gradually becoming brighter. The city-state appeared, shaping a solid entity in the rising flames, and gradually lighting up every lamp as the flames receded.

The whole world seemed to "float up" from the darkness, gradually emerged from the sea of ​​fire, and merged with the real dimension again. Duncan stood on the bow of the Lost Homeland and watched all this. For some reason, he suddenly recalled the ancient legend of the elves - in Sasloka's original dream, all things in the world were formed from dark chaos.

The scene before our eyes seemed like the legendary "Genesis" happening again.

At the end of Genesis, the sun appeared on the vast blue sea.

The flames gradually subsided at some point, and the early morning sunlight was spreading from far away, covering the boundless sea and the Breeze Harbor that was gradually waking up in the morning with magnificence and splendor. The nightmare faded away, and all the things that had been swallowed by the nightmare would return to the real world when the sunlight rose - and those that had briefly reappeared in the dream, now it was time to restore them to their original state.

The huge black goat stepped on the waves and came to the side of the Lost Homeland in just one step. This ancient god, once regarded as the "Creator", lowered his head slightly and placed his sharp horns against the towering mast.

A bit of green flame jumped at the end of its pointed horn and returned to the Lost Homeland.

"I return the flame, Captain."

"Actually, I can do it," Duncan looked at the black goat, "You don't have to..."

"But it is most appropriate for me to do this myself," the black goat shook his head. "I created her a long, long time ago, and now it is my turn to send her off."

Duncan said nothing, but just nodded slightly.

"...There's no need to feel sorry about it," the Black Goat continued. "This is something that was destined to happen. In a sense, it has even happened a long time ago. Silantis had ceased to exist long before the Deep Sea Era began. What appeared in the nightmare was just an out-of-control shadow. Allowing that shadow to grow would be the greatest insult to her. And..."

He suddenly stopped, and Duncan asked curiously: "And?"

The black goat seemed to have a hint of a smile: “And… you have already taken her away, haven’t you?”

Duncan raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He immediately understood what Sasloka meant, which surprised him a little: "It seems that you have noticed something."

"It's not very clear, but I can vaguely feel it," the Black Goat said slowly. The green flame rising from the deck of the Lost Homeland was reflected in His eyes. Not long ago, He was briefly granted that flame and felt a trace of Duncan's true power from the flame. "Your flame brought Silantis to a 'place' that I cannot understand. I don't know where it is, but my intuition tells me that it is a good place, suitable for my little sapling to have a good sleep."

The sunlight gradually became brighter, and the brilliant double rune ring of Vision 001 was gradually rising above the sea level. The morning sunlight shone on the body of the black goat, giving the huge body a crystal-like translucent illusory texture.

"The dream is over, it's time to get back to work," Black Goat raised his head and glanced at Vision 001 in the distance, with a sigh in his tone, "They really created something incredible..."

The next second, the black goat's body quietly burst in the morning glow, like a soap bubble popped in the sun, and dissipated silently in the wind.

Duncan stood on the deck in a daze for a while, then turned his head to look at Rune who was standing not far away - the old elf's body had returned to normal, he stood in the sunset glow with a slightly bent waist, his expression still looking a little confused.

"I thought you would come and say hello to Sasloka," Duncan said casually. "This is your legendary creator, and you may be the last elf to see his mythical form. I don't have that much energy to make him return to his mythical form often."

Rune finally woke up from his daze. He glanced at Duncan a little dully, and after a moment he suddenly clapped his hands in annoyance: "Hey! I didn't react just now!"

Duncan: “…”

After being stunned for two seconds, the corner of his mouth twitched: "It's not a big problem, you can still communicate with Him, but from now on you can only go to the captain's room to chat with my first mate Goat Head."

After saying this, he ignored the "Pope's" suddenly subtle expression, waved his hand and walked towards the deck.

Nina had already run over here happily: "Uncle Duncan!"

Duncan raised his hand to catch the "little sun" that jumped over from mid-air, then raised his head and looked at the others who were also walking towards him.

"Breeze Harbor looks like it has recovered," Vanna came up to him and pointed to the city-state bathed in the sun not far away, "but I don't know what the current situation is in the city."

"I'll check the situation in the city after we dock," Lucrecia said. "Theoretically, according to the rules of the previous Nameless Man's Dream, everything will be restored after the dream ends. But the scale of this incident is too large, and there will probably be some 'aftereffects' left behind."

Morris also came over, his eyes fixed in another direction - the "church ship" that looked like a small city-state was coming from the waves, its target was obviously the Homeless that was resting on the sea.

"The Academy Ark is approaching," Morris said, "and it looks like it wants to communicate with us."

"Normal. Their 'Pope' is still on our ship," Duncan said, pointing at Rune who was walking towards the captain's room. "That's great. You should also go say hello to your mentor. You probably haven't met in real life for many years."

Morris nodded and walked towards the captain's cabin.

Duncan turned his head to look at Vanna and asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Don't you want to go back to your room and have a good rest?"

He still clearly remembered that this beautiful and strong girl had been exhausted when she was brought back to the boat by him, and even walking became difficult for her, but now she looked full of energy.

Fanna also looked down at her body. She jumped twice on the spot, moved her arms and legs back and forth, then patted her chest with a proud smile on her face: "I'm fine. I just rested for a while, and now my strength has fully recovered."

Duncan's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. But Shirley next to him whispered, "Damn, the sports student is really awesome... He was burned to death by the sun twenty-seven times, and he recovered after sitting on the deck for a while..."

"It's twenty-eight times," Vanna corrected immediately with a serious face, "I was a little confused just now, and I forgot one when I told you."

Duncan: “……?”

He watched Vanna and Shirley walk away in silence, chatting about "Is it the twenty-seventh time or the twenty-eighth time?". After a long time, he smiled and shook his head.

“That’s great.”

He heard Alice whisper not far away.

Duncan turned around and saw Miss Doll sitting on a large wooden barrel on the edge of the deck - she was facing the direction of the sunlight, with her head raised and her eyes squinted to let the sunlight shine on her face, her legs swaying gently on the edge of the barrel, and her body was swaying gently as well.

"It's great..." she sighed softly again.

"What's so good?" Duncan walked over and suddenly asked beside the puppet.

Alice screamed "Ah" and almost fell off the barrel. She felt relieved after noticing that it was Duncan. She grabbed the latter's arm and used the force to steady herself again: "You scared me."

Duncan smiled and reached out to touch the doll lady's hair: "What are you sighing about?"

“It’s nice to be in normal conditions,” Alice thought for a moment, and pointed in the direction of the city-state. “There’s no fire, and no strange trees. Everything is familiar to me. The ship is back to the calm sea, and we don’t have to fly over the weird and scary forest… I can scrub the deck as usual, and go back to the kitchen to cook.”

At this point, the doll lady seemed to suddenly remember something and immediately jumped off the barrel. She ran away and waved to Duncan without looking back: "The sun is rising! I'm going to make breakfast! Captain, please wait!"

Duncan was surprised and amused as he watched the Gothic doll run across the deck in such a hurry. He watched her trip over a rope that suddenly appeared in the middle of the deck and crash into Shirley and Agou, causing a commotion. Vanna hurriedly ran to look for the doll's head that had rolled away to who knows where...

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Lost Homeland returned to its former "vibrant" appearance.

After a long moment, Duncan smiled and shook his head. He looked back at the big wooden barrel Alice had just sat on and kicked the edge of it. "Do you guys also think it's good to return to normal life like this?"

The barrel rocked in place for a moment, and the lid suddenly popped open.

There was a whole bucket of wave amulets stuffed inside.

Being used as a container for amulets by gym students, as a chair by dolls, and as a desk for Agou to do his homework and a target for Shirley to scribble on at any time, Tongzi doesn't seem to be very happy.

Duncan's expression was a little subtle. He raised his hand and silently put the lid of the barrel back on.

Then he also sat on the wooden barrel, quietly looking at the sunshine in the distance.

The world is at peace again, temporarily - but it's great.